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Jun 2011
I rise at the touch of late sunrise – to my skin
Or maybe my sleep was too much
Without the sense of a hurry
Like there’s no burden to carry

First thing on my mind: Love
That’s nice. Freedom to do everything I want
But it ends up thinking nonsense
Switching it for something else

From the stairs up to the dining room
Where mother used to leave some bread for my breakfast
Same old junk: Out here on my own
They are all in work, I’m already bored!

I eat and think.

No job. No money.
No love. No honey.
Just waiting for a miracle
More same things to handle

I’m so suffocated!
Here together with my stupid routine.

As I take the final bite to my meal;
I wonder what to do next
To take a bath or somewhat else –
Leaving me no choice

Twelve o’clock in the afternoon
I get into the bathroom
Shampoo, soap, toothpaste are ready
Then start pouring water to my body

I’m cleansed. I’m relaxed.
I’m ready for work, very ready for work
Almost OVER-ready.
Next thing on my mind: Hate

Yeah. I don’t like this any longer
Obviously!
I must take courage to break the routine –
Which I begin to hate

I seek solution.
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1, 2, 3…

Found.

I will plan for the future
I will take the change for better
Fresh challenges, doing it at my best
No time wasted, I’m entering a new quest

Last thing on my mind:
A brand new love.
Jerald Angelo
Written by
Jerald Angelo  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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